Shinomiya Yumei Wants to Live

"Tear--"

I don't know if it was a single voice or multiple voices overlapped together, Yu Ming's left hand hung in the air peacefully in claws.

Dupin's high-quality combat uniform was split around the chest, and strands of fabric hung alone on the shoulders and waist.

Du Bin looked down dully, and the fragments of the combat uniform fell on the ground one after another, exposing a large area of ​​his white skin to the air.

Out of women's sense of shame, Dubin subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

But Yu Ming cleverly separated her hands, and then directly buried his face in her bosom, his hands hugged her waist tightly.

"My lord..." Du Bin blushed slightly, his hands hanging in the air with no place to rest, he didn't know what to do.

"Huh~~" Yu Ming took a deep breath of the sweet breath, gradually suppressing the uncomfortable memories in his mind.

The shortcomings of too good a memory are extremely obvious at this moment. After encountering the introduction, the memories swept over like a tsunami in an instant.

Even if you try your best to suppress it, it will still keep appearing in your mind.

The desperation and fear at that time began to bite the body and will from the moment the memory appeared, as if being in that environment again and experiencing the unforgettable pain again.

"...My lord..." At a loss, Du Bin looked down at Yu Ming's translucent hair, but Yu Ming's cold face was like a silently burning blue ice flame, which made her heart rise endlessly of dense water vapor.

"Fragrant..." The relaxed Yu Ming rubbed comfortably, the sweet smell in his sense of smell made his mind turn to another direction.

It's better to eat such a sweet and delicious person as soon as possible.

It's too wasteful to keep it around and not enjoy it.

Yu Ming raised his hand into a claw shape, and the sharp nails exuded a cold light.

"Tear-"

This time the sound was very clear, one after another, the high-quality combat uniforms fluttered melodiously.

"Your Majesty... Hey~"

Du Bin, who murmured Yu Ming's name softly, was thrown onto the clean and tidy bed by Yu Ming's ingenuity, and his unusually cute exclamation sound was softer than that of a normal girl.

Du Bin curled up on the bed with a flushed face, his wandering eyes flicked around, his usually indifferent appearance disappeared without a trace.

Although she knew that such a day would come sooner or later, she was not yet mentally prepared.

"Relax, just leave everything to me." Yu Ming sat on the bed and stroked Du Bin's waterfall-like black hair, his deep eyes were so gentle that he was about to drown.

"...I obey, my lord." Du Bin flusteredly avoided Yu Ming's gentle eyes, and made a calm gesture with a slightly trembling voice.

Yu Ming stared at Du Bin's completely different girlish posture from the past, and his index finger moved wildly.

For Yu Ming, the photographic memory makes him only have other ways to suppress the memories when he recalls the uncomfortable past.

Momentary joy is the best medicine, which can make him no longer think about the past.

But today, for some reason, even Joy couldn't suppress the images that appeared in his mind.

There is only one table, one bed, and one cabinet in the pure white room, all of which are the same silent white as the room.

There are unlabeled glass test tubes in the cabinet, and the sealed test tubes are filled with a colorless liquid. This is a special nutrient solution, and one bottle is enough for a normal person to survive for a day.

There is nothing on the clean and tidy bed, rather than being called a bed, it is more like a white iron plate.

The white table was messy and covered with claw marks, as if it had been brutally attacked by a ferocious beast.

In the corner of the room, a child of unknown gender hugged his legs and looked forward. His eyes that had lost their brilliance were also out of focus, and their dead eyes were like ornaments dotted on the delicate doll-like face.

This child is him at the age of twelve, and the pure white room he lives in is almost the same as the room Kazami Kazuhime is in now.

After being brought back to the secret base in the mainland of the Lighthouse Country by the super elite special forces team of the Lighthouse Country, he was given a large dose of anesthesia and lay unconscious on the operating table.

Witnessed with his own eyes that the three bombs in his body were taken out, and he finally got rid of Heath Oslo's control over him.

But the next step is that the Beacon Country wants to embed control methods in his body. The large dose of anesthetics and the body that was cut open made him completely powerless to resist.

He waited quietly, waiting for the savior mentioned in the message sent by those sad female experimental subjects with their lives.

The fuzzy consciousness made his five senses a little dull, and when a new unknown control method was about to be buried in his body, a turning point appeared.

He heard the screams of bullets, the wild laughter of flames, the wailing of dying...

The "doctor" who operated on him was easily cut throat by the "nurse" who was assisting him, and the gush of bright red blood was so dazzling in his eyes.

For the first time, he realized that the dark red blood could also become a symbol of freedom.

The arriving rescuers simply treated his wounds and carried him away from the secret base that was engulfed in flames.

The moment he left the base, smelling the familiar smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air, he looked up at the sky full of stars intoxicated.

I have never felt how fascinating the starry sky is for a moment.

The long-cherished wish to break free from the cage is within reach.

The rescuers seemed to be very worried about his wound, and carried him into the car to sew up the open wound.

It doesn't matter, as long as you don't die, you can always recover, it has always been like this...

In this little time, it is better for him to look at the sky full of stars, to see the starry sky that he has never looked up at carefully.

But he couldn't speak, the large dose of anesthetic made it difficult for him to control his body, he could only imprint the starry sky in his mind with regret, and closed his eyes to watch it repeatedly.

After a long and tortuous journey, he finally met his rescuer.

A girl who has only met once.

The sweet-looking girl stared at him obsessively, her blue pupils revealing an almost crazy obsession.

"You are finally mine..."

He remembered those words deeply, and the girl who said so exuded a creepy possessive desire.

At that time, he had already sensed the girl's abnormal possessiveness, and he was not surprised. The person who could save him must have something for him, and he knew it very well.

He wanted to escape to be completely free, but alas, he never regained control of his body along the way.

Under the action of a large dose of drugs, his body was paralyzed, and it was difficult to even open his mouth to speak.

The girl is an out-and-out femme fatale, all the armed men who rescued him were silenced by the girl, in order to ensure that his whereabouts would never be revealed.

The girl wanted to turn him into an obedient "pet", but she didn't want to plant objects in his body that would pollute his purity.

Having gone through hundreds of battles and narrowly escaped death countless times, he is not suitable to be raised as a "pet" with his extremely tenacious will.

But after discussing with her confidant, the girl had already figured out a way to destroy his psychology and rebuild his pillars.

Space isolation, the method that the girl established when she was madly trying to get him, and put it into practical actions.

He secretly built the world's top soundless room as the best place to isolate him in space.

So the most painful and desperate days in his memory came silently.

For ordinary people, it is a soundless room of torture, but for him with keen five senses, it is an unimaginable torture.

The nuanced hearing allowed him to hear the pulsation of the blood vessels near his heart and all the subtle changes in the organs in the dead silence.

All the sounds in his body echoed in his head all the time, making him want to get rid of this useless skin.

Under the silent torture, he vented all his impatience and fear on the surrounding white walls, and messy claw marks spread all over the room until his nails fell off and his hands were dripping with blood.

After the injury of his hands recovered, he repeated this process again, until he knew that it was useless, he huddled in the corner, looked at the door and waited in despair.

Waiting for the girl's arrival, he wants to tear the girl into pieces with his own hands.

The monstrous hatred turned into motivation made him spend a long time, but he didn't know how long it was.

Not long after entering the anechoic room, his biological clock had failed, and after venting frantically, the heartbeat timing method had also been forgotten.

But the hatred was also wiped away by the silent loneliness, and even the hatred could not last long in the world where he was left alone.

The silent loneliness began to gnaw at his soul gradually, and the pain of burning the skin by the white phosphorous bomb was not as painful as one thousandth of it.

At some point, he began to have hallucinations, and the person who died in his hands crawled out of the nether world, entwined around him and demanded his death.

The only remaining desire to survive made him kill the illusions, time and time again, repeatedly and mechanically killing the illusions that accompanied him to pass the time.

When he broke free from the illusion, he found that he seemed to have forgotten how to speak. Even though his memory was very clear, he just didn't know how to speak.

His language function was damaged, but he didn't seem to have any fluctuations, and he still shrank in the corner and looked at the door.

He smelled the breath of death in himself, and at this moment he just wanted to go out and live...

Finally, finally, when his consciousness was about to sink into darkness.

He finally saw the door open.

What appeared in front of him was not the femme fatale who saved him, but Gael, who was as holy as an angel.

The first ray of sound appeared in the silent world, and the touch of gold in the pure white color became the guiding light for him to return to the world again.

In the isolated world, he grabbed Gael's sister's hands.

"Um~..." Yu Ming groaned in Du Bin's broad chest, and the tingling consciousness made him almost unable to suppress the desire to attack.

"It hurts~" Dubin cried out in pain, the sudden force brought bursts of pain.

"Sorry..." Yu Ming suppressed his irritated thoughts, and gently stroked Du Bin's smooth and pretty face.

"...Master Yuming" Du Bin looked at the softness in Yuming's eyes, and somehow felt that Master Yuming seemed to be different from usual. It felt like... Painful?

She wasn't sure if it was pain or not, but now was the time when she and Lord Yuming had the closest relationship, and she had to make him happy.

Du Bin hooked Yu Ming's neck and kissed it fascinatedly, "Master Yu Ming..."

All she can do is to let Master Yuming open his heart and indulge himself to his heart's content.

"So cute..." Yu Ming noticed Du Bin's intentions, emptied his mind and stopped thinking about other things, and shifted all his attention to Du Bin.

A beauty can't live up to her heart, this is what Gaelu's sister taught him.

......

"Do you want to eat lychees?"

Yu Ming sat beside the bed with a smile, holding a round and plump lychee and asked Du Bin who was curled up under the blanket.

"..." Du Bin shrank his face into the bed and shook his head. The rosy glow on his fair face was unusually delicate, and his temples were neat but slightly moist, like pear blossoms after the rain, pure and alluring.

"It's not easy to enjoy feeding myself, think about it carefully." The smile on Yu Ming's brows was even stronger, and his slender jade fingers pinched the plump lychees.

The transparent juice slowly left along the fingers.